Let DLS Transportation handle all the transportation planning as part of your evening at the nightclub. For this occasion make parking, traffic and a wait in line one less thing you have to worry about, as your private limo takes you to the club with a reserved table awaiting your arrival. DLS has relationships with many of the hottest nightclubs in Orange County and Los Angeles and can arrange your party's entire evening. Let the concierge at DLS help you by reserving your table, ordering your bottle service and pre-paying your cover charge. The only thing left for you to do is gather your party and dance the night away.

East Coast import and self-made promoter Allison Melnick has brought her Big Apple nightlife know-how to WeHo's trendy bunch with this uber-exclusive basement lounge. Sheathed in red, white and black accents, the chic space is small and clubby, complete with a DJ booth and apple-shaped disco ball that casts a scarlet glow on L.A.'s young and beautiful. Even the bathroom is made for striking a pose, as the paparazzi-print wallpaper with real flashing lights pays homage to the camera-wielding photogs lurking outside.

At once a Pop Art museum and haven for new millennium hotties, this mid-century themed nightclub balances '60s-style wall designs with modern touches like LED lighting above the dance floor. Caramel-flecked terrazzo floors support low-lying white leather sofas and two sleek bars. Waitresses clad in thigh-high white boots attend to too-cool onlookers with premium bottle service, and everyone else posing nearby. Clubgoers cool off or take smoke breaks by stepping through glass doors onto an intimate, outdoor patio.

Formerly known worldwide as "The Palace", this club has been restored to its original Hollywood-era glory by Boston-based nightclub impresarios, the Lyons Group. Teeming throngs line up each Friday night to party with Hollywood's hip-hop hedonists, and Saturday nights, to boogie down to techno most sublime. If there was any doubt that Avalon meant business, their recent installation of UK electronic wunder-act Hybrid as resident DJs went some way toward shutting up the skeptics. Located across the street from the landmark Capitol Records building, this fun, sweaty megaclub has a main floor with an 800-person capacity, three bars, a smoker-friendly patio where smaller-name deejays mix it up and an upper balcony with additional opera box seating. A-listers have claimed their stake over the upstairs exclusive VIP Spider Club, but Avalon holds its own as one of Hollywood's hottest party spots.

This intimate nightclub within stumbling distance around the corner from its dining counterpart reproduces Hollywood's very own "Central Parc." Taking notes from the restaurant, nightlife impresario Shereen Arazm's bottle-service lounge matches the organic look and feel: Light boxes over the dance floor draw attention to a leaf-less ree branch feature; tiny star-like lights suspend from a black ceiling; and the walls are lined with either stone or wooden panels for a contemporary look. Resident DJs spin from a glass booth overlooking a beautiful crowd.

Enter this basement bar and lounge underneath STK, and you might feel as though you've stumbled down Wonderland's rabbit hole--except it's populated with Hollywood glitterati instead of the White Rabbit and company. The psychedelic, Pucci-esque decor is a kaleidoscope of colors, laced with a mishmash of bold prints in shocking pink and electric blue that enhance the intimate spot's kitschy look. Near the marble-topped bar, paisley yellow and rainbow striped cushions adorn the set of swings hanging from the ceiling. Don't expect your entrance to be as easy as Alice's, however; getting past the iron-clad velvet rope is a trip in itself.

Without a doubt, this supper club is an art deco/nouveau-style knockout with a touch of '70s glam rock thrown in for good measure. Stained glass, marble tables and plush armchairs set the scene for the crowd of pimped and primped trendoids and clubbing celebutantes. While everyone else is looking over their shoulders, diners order from "Top Chef" Antonia Lofaso's menu of bistro fare. Selections range from generous artisanal cheese plates and roasted chicken with caramelized fennel to the nostalgic cookies and warm milk combo. Once dinner is done and the lipstick has been reapplied, night owls make their way upstairs to the equally posh nightclub--that is, if they can get in.

The unmarked forest green entrance alludes to the exclusive vibe waiting inside the richly decorated lounge. Early in the evening, a smartly dressed dinner-hour crowd enjoys old Victrola favorites while eating steak frites, truffled mac and cheese, and sweet and savory crepes. Around 11pm, the parlor party picks up, as the cocktail-sipping masses start to crowd the overstuffed fainting couches. Slowly, the clothing will lessen and the tempo will thicken as crowds fill the sprawling wood floor in celebration of the DJ's creative beats. Just be forewarned: The guest list is still the rule here, and because the club doesn't work with promoters, it can be hard to attain access. Dinner reservations ensure entry, but they're not automatic.

Flashing more cash and sass than P. Diddy, the Highlands is an entertainment experience that's as extravagant as it is enormous. Located on the top tier of the Hollywood & Highland complex, the 25,000-square-foot, multi-story club features an expansive dance floor and seven bars. It also houses a separate restaurant with five dining areas. If that's not enough, there are three outdoor decks offering inspiring Tinseltown views. The Euro-flavored, plush and posh decor is a bit over the top, but in a cool Vegas-y way. DJs mix trance, house and Top 40 on the weekends.

Located in the old North space, but far-dressier than its predecessor, the first-floor lounge features leather and crocodile-trimmed upholstery with oversized Monkeywood tables. Under a pounded-copper ceiling, flickering candles suspended from the walls add an elegant touch. The bar offers a small plates menu of Asian fusion dishes, ranging from inventive sushi rolls to salmon sashimi. A simple DJ booth, dressed-up with Mac-mixing machine and heavy tech-equipment, features rotating rock DJs catering to A-listers like Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie.

First things first: This place is huge. Like, so huge the main dining room alone seats 220 people. Built in 1934, the multi-level art deco-style building was originally an S.H. Kress Department Store. In 1949, it became the world headquarters for Frederick's of Hollywood. Now, after more than two years of restoration, owner Michael Viscuso (who helped resuscitate San Diego's Gaslamp Quarter) has unveiled its new-century incarnation as The Kress, a shiny larger-than-life supper club, sushi lounge, basement disco and rooftop bar. The ground level restaurant is like a temple to all things Asian with an '80s Vegas twist--red lights wash over the central wraparound bar anchored by a massive crystal chandelier, while clear acrylic bar stools, ornate black lacquer accents (including a completely restored 1930s ceiling) and gold leather banquettes dot the space.

L.A.'s hottest restaurant of the '90s has managed to keep it going after all these years. With a soft reopen in 2006, the Parisian-style main room has that cool-club look on lock with Frenchie accents like peach-tinted mirrors, curvy-black architecture and Louis XVI candelabras. An added Ultra Lounge offers a dimly lit bar area with overhead projection of foreign films and vintage fashion shows to DJ-spun house music. Young, waifish scenesters make a beeline for the gorgeously expansive patio, which remains the club's best place to see and be seen.

David Judaken's latest venture has transformed 4,800 square feet of a former office building into a tropical island-inspired dreamland. The club's Balinese design emphasizes sensuous colors and textures, with bamboo, batik and carved-wood accents. A rotating DJ lineup features, among others, promoter Michael Sutton on opening night. Young A-list celebs from Paris Hilton to Mischa Barton have been regulars fixtures ever since.

There's no place like home ... at least not like this one. Looking like Z Gallerie on zee krack (mock croc-embossed black bars, microsuede couches, leather chairs in every shade of beige, plushy pillows, shag carpet and virtually no lighting), this sprawling 10,000-square-foot pad is bringing the idea of the "house party" to the club-seeking masses. Disguised as a state-of-the-art home, the kitchen doubles as the main bar (yes, that's a stainless steel refrigerator the bartender's pulling from), the enormous living room is a sunken lounge (which becomes an after-hours dance floor) and the second floor bedroom is the unofficial VIP area (king size bed with black leather headboard, faux mink duvet and skull table lamps included). There's also the outdoor patio with fireplaces, cabana-like booths and even a Jacuzzi for those adventurous--or drunk--enough to splash things up.

After several incarnations since first opening its imposing wood doors in 2007, this West Coast outpost of the original One in New York spotlights the velvet-roped vibe of its Hollywood home. Spread out like some Asian-inspired loft, the enormous one-room space features four distinct yet fluid spaces: Start at the long illuminated bar in the foyer and grab a Marani vodka martini before sliding into one of the low-slung couches flanked by living orchids in glass cynlinders. Or find a spot on the plush banquettes and order from the seasonal menu of small plates like hamachi sashimi (raw/chilled), chicken paillard (warm/savory) and "adult candy" (crave/comfort). For a more intimate experience, head to the elevated dining area in the back, where flickering candles cast their subtle glow, making everyone look just a little bit sexier

Old school nightlife impresario David Judaken--you know, the guy who brought clubgoers Garden of Eden back in the day and much later Mood--has put his stamp on this after-dark haunt on Shrader. Not even remotely recognizable from its barn-like days as Vynyl or club 1650, the redesigned spot has gone upscale. Lines build in advance of opening and stay firmly entrenched throughout the night. Those who make it past the rope step through a thin curtain of "dry" fog and myriad archways lit by candles before hitting the dance floor where DJs spin the latest thumping dance tracks.

First debuted in the '20s as one of Tinsletown's original haunts, the renovated landmark features a contemporary American eatery, which is the latest venture from Asia de Cuba creator Jeffrey Chodorow. Draped in exquisite chandeliers and dressed in plush velvets, an adjoining bar garners the attention of Hollywood's current darlings. The renovated 20,000-plus square foot venue also includes a game room, screening room and plenty of event rental space.

Formerly known as Qtopia, this massive multilevel club radiates a sexy, energetic vibe. Grooves pump through towering speakers while colored lights flash against all-black walls; a central dance floor is large enough to accommodate more than 1,000 people. There's also an open-air patio and upper-level VIP balcony lounge, each with a full bar. An eclectic music mix features hip-hop, house, and rock and roll. Special events include everything from big-name concerts to art and fashion shows.

This exclusive venue is equal parts chic Melrose hideout and mystery-novel setting, skirting the been-there-done-that vibe of many Hollywood clubs. The small, eerily designed space is crammed with eclectic touches: Bear and buffalo mounts straight from the taxidermist loom over the full bar, while a library of classic books lines the wall behind its booze shelves. You'd think pulling one of these tomes would open a secret passageway to the unofficial VIP section, where the latest who's who of Hollywood can request their own private roped-off area. Mostly the crowd is comprises of non-household-name baby scenesters and 30-something high rollers blessed with the right bone structure (and connections) to get past the door. Those important enough to get in can order one of the dizzying array of specialty cocktails from sexy servers, trotting around in tight tweed riding jackets and skimpy shorts, or from the bartenders wielding bottles with toned arms, exposed by their form-fitting vests.